What is left
When there is nothing left
Nothing left to live for
Nothing left to die for

What is left
When you’ve done it all
Got up from every fall
Crossed the ocean
Crossed the desert to
What is there left to do

What is left
When I lie my head down at night
A few new dreams, all full of fright

What is left
Of me, my friend
When it seems I’m at the very end